"Nessie!" Jacob cried in terror, already shaking and blurring at the edges. He was going to try and save me.
My Jacob.
"Jake." I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. Please stop, I wanted to say.
I tried to move, tried to go to him to tell him it's okay. I wanted to tell him that I had chosen… But it was too late. I was already dying.
~*~
My eyes snapped open with a start. I gasped for air, desperately trying to shake the horrible dream out of my head. Sitting up slowly, I strained my senses for anything unusual. Nothing. Silence. Though, if anything dangerous to me were around, I would not be able to hear it anyway, I thought bitterly.
I am Renesmee Cullen. Half-human. Crossbreed. Freak.
It's complicated. My mother, Bella, is a young vampire. She was changed after I was born, nearly 6 years ago. My father, Edward, has been a vampire for a lot, lot longer. I am one of only a handful of 'people' like this. I guess that's why the Volturi are always so interested in me, summoning me for visits, and turning up here uninvited. I know everyone gets jittery when it happens, and I know why, though they won't admit it. My aunt Alice cannot see what they are planning when it comes to me. She cannot see my future at all. The whole family get anxious when I get an invite, and I know that they think I'm in danger. Jacob is the worst. Again. It's complicated.
It's not all bad, though. For a 6 year old, I'm big. And I don't mean big-boned, I mean I look like the average 16 year old, and I think like one too. Well, maybe not the average one. I grow up fast. Next year, I'll be fully grown, like a human adult. Then I'll just stop aging.
"Nessie?"
I jumped, startled. Of course my father would have been listening to my thoughts. He has a special talent. He reads peoples minds. I kind of do the opposite.
"You had a bad dream?" He whispered. Was that worry I detected in his voice? I could only see his rough outline in the darkness. My eyes were a better than the average humans, but not as good as a vampires.
I nodded. You know I hate it when you do that, Dad.
"Sorry Ness. I kind of could not help it. The dream seemed so real in your thoughts, I was not sure it was a dream."
Well, worry over. Are you gonna keep butting in when I start dreaming about Jake?
I watched him flinch with some satisfaction. He had never quite gotten used to the idea that Jake and I belonged together, in more ways than one. It was all because of the ancient magic that made Werewolfs inprint. I could only imagine my fathers horror when his greatest enemy (because that's what werewolves used to be to vampires) had inprinted on his daughter. Until now, Jacob and I had remained friends, or bonded family, or whatever you'd call it. But I was practically an adult now, and I had started to feel the inevitable attraction to my soul mate. It didn't help that, a little over a week ago Jake had refused to sleep in my room for the first time. He had said it was "not right for the moment". And he had a strange look in his eye for the first time, like he was seeing a completely new me. His bed (there was a spare bed for him in my room) had been empty since, and our time spent together, always so comfortable before, had grown more and more tense.
"Get some sleep, sweet. Your mother and I have something to tell you tomorrow." His voice sounded tense.
Great. Now I'm really going to sleep well. Thanks Dad.
I heard a quiet chuckle, and then he was gone. Great. Why did I have to be the only damn person that needed sleep?
Authors note:
A little teaser chapter for you all Updates should arrive fairly regularly, so long as people enjoy the story. Though, I may write and post it even if people don't enjoy it – I'm enjoying writing it! Hehe. My first fic here, so be kind please!
Sara x